Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1362
Chapter 1362: 342: Deceptive Wenwen! _5 Chapter 1362: 342: Deceptive Wenwen! _5 “What about you?” Viola Thompson glanced at Nathaniel Besian, “There's a chance in the next life.”
Nathaniel Besian: “…”
Soon after.
The big show of the night was about to start.
Blue moon grass.
The host stood on the stage, smiling.
“Up next, our respected elder Mr. Sanders would like you all to play a game.”
A game?
What kind of game?
Isn't this an auction?
As soon as these words were spoken, the auction venue was abuzz with various speculations.
The host continued, “Mr. Sanders would like everyone to solve a Morse Code puzzle. Only the guests who solve it right will be eligible to bid for the blue moon grass.”
“Morse Code?”
“Oh my! I have no idea how to do this!”
Who would have expected, elder Sanders is really breaking the rules here.
Lalinka didn't seem anxious at all.
Because something as simple as Morse Code wouldn't stump her.
Soon, the servers brought in the boxes containing Morse Code puzzles.
Only those who could open the box would be eligible to bid.
They were given twenty minutes to solve the puzzle.
Viola Thompson took the box with a slightly frowning face, “No integrity! They are at it again!”
Nathaniel Besian held the box, his brows furrowed, “Master, this is really hard.”
People who understood it might solve it quickly.
But for those who didn't, it was as challenging as reaching the sky.
Clearly.
Nathaniel Besian was one of those who didn't understand it.
Viola Thompson subtly cast her glance downwards, her attention forever on her own puzzle box, but she guided Nathaniel Besian accurately.
Soon.
Nathaniel Besian managed to solve the puzzle in his box.
Nathaniel Besian exclaimed again, “Master, I can manage without anyone, but not without you!”
The Master was simply too amazing.
Despite being a doctor, she knew a bit about everything.
Many times, Nathaniel Besian considered Viola Thompson to be his idol.
Viola Thompson responded with a slight smile, adding lightly: “I hope that old guy keeps his promise this time!”
“Master, what do you mean?” Nathaniel Besian asked curiously.
Viola Thompson didn't explain, just said, “Zack Sanders is unpredictable, I'm worried he's playing false this time.”
Nathaniel Besian raised another question: “Master, why do you suddenly want the blue moon grass?”
Although blue moon grass was powerful, there was no apparent use of it for Viola Thompson currently.
Nathaniel Besian was extremely curious as to why Viola Thompson was so desperate to get the blue moon grass.
Viola Thompson glanced back at him, “Want to know?”
“Yes.” Nathaniel Besian nodded.
Viola Thompson looked at Nathaniel Besian, said very seriously: “I'm not telling you.”
Nathaniel Besian: “…”
Seaton held the puzzle box in his hand, after much effort, he still couldn't solve it and started sweating, “Sis, what do we do?”
Karina was not worried at all, she was unhurriedly solving her puzzle, “Wait a bit, Seaton. Once I solve my box, I'll help you.”
Karina was exceptionally intelligent. To her, a Morse Code puzzle was no big deal.
Seaton frowned, “What on earth is Elder Sanders doing? Isn't this an auction? Why did he suddenly add a Morse Code round?”
“Perhaps he has other reasons.” Karina squinted her eyes.
People who could solve Morse Code were not ordinary people.
At that moment, Karina looked into a corner as if she recalled something.
A girl and her companion were still sitting there, her hat hiding her face, so only a little side profile could be seen.
Like a piece of white jade.
Karina's eyes flickered.
She needed to find out who this girl was.
After all.
No one had ever dared to plot against her so openly, to humiliate her in public.
1.5 billion was not much to her.
But the humiliation was something she would never forget!
She wasn't going to let it go just like that.
Considering this, Karina squinted her eyes.
Seaton noticed the direction of Karina's gaze, and reassured her: “Sis, don't worry, I have someone looking into her, I believe we'll find something soon.”
Behind the scenes of the auction.
Old Sanders stood in front of the monitors watching the surveillance feed from the auction hall. After a moment, he stroke his beard and squinted, “No one has solved it yet? They are all fools! They can't solve such a simple Morse code puzzle!”
He sighed, his gaze focused on the screen, “In theory…that shouldn't be right! The kid didn't come?”
Is she not interested in blue moon grass anymore?
Chapter end
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